Perhaps it’s an overused cliché, but when the infinity sweeps over you
And leaves you breathless and dancing and animated and hopelessly alive
And raw and real,
You lasso the moment and hold it in tight.
You suck in gulps of icy cold air, and the throbs of existence fill your heart to the brim.
Your veins tingle with the weight of a life worth living,
And your bones are heavy with the pull of everything you’re experiencing.
But the sun sets even in paradise.
The heavy bones turn to heavy boots
And you can’t walk without stumbling.
